Honey in oil gl [gourmet]

Qinghe's small noodle restaurant has reopened for a few days, because I went to Fu's house for a banquet before, and many guests praised it very much after returning. Turn on the lights at night to count money.

She got up early in the morning, and at this point Erbai was still sleepily tugging on Qinghe's clothes and refused to let go, Qinghe patted her on the back like coaxing a child, "Erbai, let me get up, I I'll cook something delicious for you."

She let go of her hand only after hearing the delicious food, and blurted a few words with sleepy eyes.

"To eat."

Qinghe didn't do anything to eat, and left after writing a note, which probably meant that the two of them would go to the store to have breakfast when they got up in the morning.The time is a bit rushed, and she is afraid that it will be too late.

She removed the door panel of the noodle shop, peeled and cut the taro she bought, steamed it in a pan, wiped the table in the lobby, and then went back to the kitchen.

What she is going to do today is something that can be used as both a dessert and a main meal.She crushed the steamed taro paste into a puree, mixed it with cooked lard and sugar, and steamed it in the upper pan. The lard can make the taro paste smooth and not dry.Stir the sugar oil fried with lard into the cooked glutinous rice, stir well and steam it in the pan.

When the matter at hand was done, there was a movement outside the door, it turned out that it was Qingyang and Erbai who had come.

"Come, come, come and taste."

"Oh, sister, you're making eight-treasure rice again, aren't you?" Qingyang smelled it immediately when he moved his nose.Erbai hadn't eaten it before, but she was certain: everything Qingqing made was delicious!So she also stood by and waited to eat.

After the flavors of lard and sugar had fully melted into the rice, Qing He took a large piece with a spoon and put it in the bowl of the two of them.

Erbai was in a hurry to eat, swallowed a mouthful all at once, and screamed until his mouth was hot.

"You, you, no one is robbing you of food, why are you in a hurry."

"Sister, it's so fragrant, so soft, so delicious!"

"Well, I'm not free today, or I should grind the peanuts, put them in and stir them together, and eat them to keep the fragrance on my lips and teeth." Qinghe smiled triumphantly, and extinguished the fire.

It didn't take long for the guests to come one after another, Qingyang served at the front desk, and Erbai was still running errands to deliver the meals.Around noon, Qingyang suddenly came in instead.

"Speak up when you have something to say, why stop talking?"

"Sister, that person who came to our place to make trouble before is here again." Qingyang's face was full of worry.

Qing He frowned, "Those bandits?"

Qingyang waved his hands again and again, "No, it's the one from last time, I forgot the name, and you threatened him with a knife."

There are many hooligans who have been threatened by Qinghe with a knife, and she doesn't remember, but was stopped when she was about to look for a kitchen knife.

"Sister, he's here to eat this time, don't take the knife, be careful to get hurt like last time."

When Qinghe heard it, she didn't believe it, "There must be some trouble. You go out first, and I'll take the things out." She first filled a bowl with taro paste, then put the eight-treasure rice in it, pressed it firmly and poured it out. It comes out in a soft and round shape, sprinkled with a little chopped red dates on top, the purple of taro paste, the whiteness of glutinous rice and the red of red dates complement each other, which is very beautiful.

I don't believe it, what faults can she pick out from the things she made with her own hands!

As soon as she opened the curtain, she saw a familiar face.

Isn't this man... the man who called himself Second Master Li back then?On the night when he came to make trouble and was driven away, Erbai came to her house.How can I not remember this face.

"Hey, the proprietress came here in person to see what you did today." Li Er looked at the brightly colored things that were put down on the table, and a sweet smell wafted out of his nostrils. He fiddled with a spoon curiously, "What is this?" ?”

"This is eight-treasure rice, would you like to try it?" Li Er took a sip. The soft texture, slightly sweet and moist taste, and the aroma of sesame made him unable to resist taking a few more bites.

"Are you satisfied?" Qinghe asked after watching him eat a few mouthfuls, Li Er nodded, the taste was good, "You're welcome, proprietress, you can do your own thing, don't need to look at me specially, I don't know make trouble."

After speaking, as if thinking of something very interesting, he glanced around.It was found that the people who had been eating stopped and looked at him, and when they saw Li Er looking at them, they all nodded to eat.

"Really, I'm afraid that the hospitality is not good. If you get angry, Second Master, my small shop can't bear it."

"Then you can do whatever you want." So he ate like no one else was there. He ate very slowly, very slowly, taking very small bites. While eating, he raised his glasses to look at Qinghe, but he didn't speak. Qinghe wondered what he wanted What to do, but at this time there are more and more guests, all of them are waiting, so Qinghe can only go into the kitchen again, and before leaving, he deliberately stares at Erbai and Qingyang to prevent him from causing trouble.

When the guests were almost gone, Qinghe came out after finishing his work, and the second master Li had already left.

"People left? No trouble?" Qing He asked while wiping her hands.

"Nope."

"You follow Erbai and close the door. I'm going to Mr. Chen's place. I'll go first. You should be careful on the way back." Qinghe closed the door earlier, and when the business is good, it doesn't need to open so early or close so late Now, I still have time to go to Mr. Chen to help out and learn some crafts secretly.

Qinghe now goes to Mr. Chen's place every three to five days.

"Your shop has opened again, how is the business?" Mr. Chen sat there, brewing a pot of tea and sipping slowly.Looking at the busy Qinghe in the yard, she looked a bit regretful.

Qing He didn't turn her head, and replied casually, "It's okay, it's better than before."

Since the banquet at the Fu family, the guests have not hesitated to praise them. Whenever there is a banquet at home or at a friend's house, Qing He is immediately invited to help. The small restaurant also has many more guests from North Street, East Street, and West Street. It's booming, it's great.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Mr. Chen. If you hadn't recommended me to Mr. Fu's house, not only would the business not be back to before, it might even be worse."

"Girl Qing, let me ask you a question." Old Chen put down the teapot in his hand.

"alright."

"You came here to Kaiyang City, have you ever made enemies with anyone?"

bang.

Qinghe was cutting meat just now, she was dazed, and almost cut off a piece of meat from her hand, but luckily she loosened her hand quickly, but the knife also fell, making a loud noise.

"What's wrong, Old Chen?" Qing He rubbed his hands, then turned to look at Old Chen.

But he looked a little worried, "Why don't you stop opening a store recently, come to me to help me, I'm not at ease, I always feel that something will happen."

Qinghe laughed: "You think too much, what can I do as a commoner?"

Chen Lao touched the cup with a somewhat complicated expression, determined to find out what Kang Hai said.

As soon as he got home at night, Qingyang handed over an invitation card.

"What is this?" Qinghe opened the red invitation card, which said "Prefect Zhang Hai invites Xu's Qinghe to be the cook in the house", she was startled.

Prefect?

"Qingqing, don't go, okay?" Erbai tightly grasped a corner of the table with one hand, his fingertips turned white, and the other hand grabbed the collar of his clothes, frowning.

"I have to go," Qinghe didn't want to go at all, as long as she thought of the person in the prefect's house, she felt sick all over her body.She put the invitation on the table and sat down, reached out and touched the faint scar on her left face, "Zhang Hai is a magistrate, in charge of our entire Kaiyang City, if we don't go, it will be difficult for us to get along here in the future." down."

"Even if I don't want to go."

The whole night was filled with fear, Qing He couldn't sleep well, and got up at dawn to go to Zhang's mansion.

Being in the magistrate's house was no better than being in the Fu's family. The Fu's family was told by Mr. Chen that they were good people and didn't intend to embarrass others.But the magistrate's family only assigned her a cook, and asked her to make three big tables, saying that they would invite the concubines, the eldest son, and the younger son to eat, and send them to their house, otherwise it would not be enough.

The two of them worked together and were so busy that they kept their feet on the ground without stopping. Finally, at noon, the soup was boiled in a pot and they could rest for a while. Suddenly, there was a clapping sound from the door.

"It smells so good, Li Er, are you hungry?" A male voice with a slightly feminine voice was getting closer, and the voice was a bit yin and yang, which made the listener very uncomfortable.

Qinghe frowned, and clenched her fist unconsciously.

She knew that she would run into this person when she came here, Zhang Peng, the second son of Zhang Hai's family, the second son who was not able to live up to expectations, and Liu Adou, who couldn't help him, was in stark contrast to his talented elder brother.

She loosened her fist, turned around with a smile on her face, and said in a respectful voice, "Good afternoon, Second Young Master."

"Why are you here?" Zhang Peng showed doubts, he was still holding a fan in his hand pretending to be elegant, and he didn't look at the cold weather now, the fan was meaningless.

"Master Zhang sent me an invitation." Qing He had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.She stared at Li Er behind Zhang Peng with sharp eyes.

Heh, the lackeys are following you, it's clear that you planned it all, yet you still pretend not to know?

Qinghe remained calm, watching the other party jumping up and down like a clown.

"Hey, where is the person who cooks? Why do you want to do it?" Zhang Peng pointed at Qinghe with a fan, "Xu Qinghe, watch me talk! I'm here, where are you looking!" With that sinister smile.

"Yes, Second Young Master, the person in front of you is the original cook. My lord asked her to be my helper."

"Well, I'm hungry, so this woman can go to my room and cook something to eat. You can work hard and take your time."

The cook turned pale when she heard that, but she couldn't hold Zhang Peng back. Before she left, she looked back, her eyes full of sympathy.

Qinghe looked at the various things in the pot on the table on the ground, and slapped the stove hard. His hand was slapped with severe pain, but it couldn't match the hatred in his heart!

Zhang Peng!

She touched her face, the scars on it seemed to remind her of what happened back then, a few clips flashed in front of her eyes, even though it had been several years, she was still vivid in her memory.

She just hold back, hold back.

So he bent down and picked up the half-peeled potatoes that the cook on the ground continued to peel.

She was so tired all over by herself, but because she was doing it alone, the speed was extremely slow, and she was always being urged, so she couldn't help being a little flustered. Finally, she waited until the moon was on the treetops, and then she packed the kitchen and went to find Zhang Hai. take money.

This money must be taken!It's all hard-earned money.

But she had only been walking for a while before she lost her way.After all, she came here twice a few years ago, and now that a few years have passed, she has deliberately forgotten, and she has long since forgotten how to get on this road.She walked around in the garden, not knowing how to get out, until her legs were sore and weak before she saw a girl.

"Girl, girl, can I ask where Master Zhang is?" As soon as she finished asking, the servant girl looked wary.

"What are you looking for, master?"

"I'm the cook who came here today. After finishing the work, I have to get paid."

The servant girl looked at Qinghe for a few times, seeing that she didn't look like a bad person, she pointed out the way, "Go out along this road, turn right when there is a house, and then go straight. "

Qinghe is very grateful, and feels that there are still a few kind-hearted people in this family.But the more she walked, the more she felt that something was wrong. Why did it feel like she came from the wrong time?

It wasn't until she reached the forehead of the gate that she realized that she had been tricked.

She pinched her thigh and told herself that there is no good person in this house, and she will never come here again, and take the money as a lesson, so she went out and went home, hoping that Qingyang and Erbai would not be too Worry.

She ran into Erbai on the road, when she saw Qinghe's eyes lit up, her face was full of worry and grabbed her from head to toe, she brushed Qinghe's hair off his forehead due to sweat, feeling extremely distressed up.

"Qingqing, let's go back quickly, that little guy in Qingyang is also worried to death, and he can't sit still at home. I asked a lot of people to find this place." Erbai grabbed Qinghe's hand and looked back deeply. He glanced at the word "Zhang's Mansion" hanging on the tall mansion, as if it was going to be deeply engraved in his heart, when he turned his head, there was a smile on his face.

"Come on, let's go home."

Erbai took Qinghe's hand to go home, when Qingyang saw the two of them in a daze.

"Sister, you?" Following Qingyang's line of sight, he found that the two of them had changed from holding hands to clasping fingers before they knew it, and Qinghe quickly separated like a guilty conscience.

Qinghe stepped forward to take Qingyang away, and patted his head, "Yangyang, good boy, it's my sister's fault today, you are worried about coming back so late, and I will definitely not do it in the future."

Qingyang buried her head in her sister's arms, and suddenly choked up, "Sister, I feel uncomfortable when you go to their house. Last time you went, it turned out... woo... Sister, don't go in the future, okay?" good……"

"Okay, sister won't go anymore." Qinghe coaxed Qingyang to fall asleep at night, tossed and turned on the bed for a while before falling asleep, but in the middle of the night, he was woken up again from the bed.